Why are American university students fine with sharing a roo...

I don’t know!

So yeah, never doing that again ever! I’d rather sleep in a fucking tent below a bridge! At least that allows some privacy! Sharing a room does not!

Hell, I grew up sharing a room with my (step-)sister for a while and frankly it was terrible! She got the side that didn’t have the fucking door and the fucking oil-fired-oven (the house didn’t have central-heating at first, my parents bought a house that was not up to modern standards and it took a while to fix it up!)…so next to my small bed (kid sized!) I had little room for anything! Hell, it was near “paradise” having that room to myself later on (sister got an almost equally large room in the attick that we rebuilt as additional living space!)

I’m wondering about attachment and transference with the therapist and the idea of escape and fantasy? How much do you think your strong feelings, constant thoughts, desires to be with your therapist are a way to escape from your present life? I wonder if the transference serves another purpose than to show us our wounds and/or past experiences, but is a present coping strategy for managing what we don’t want to face (even if unconsciously) in the present—-current relationships, life circumstances, etc. Can anyone relate to this concept of escape in relation to their therapy relationship? How does this play out for you?

Why are American university students fine with sharing a room?

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